Anchored to silence
He crafts
Amidst the swerving tides
Beneath the crisp, savory moon

He honors her exuberance
Defiantly slathering
Charging the soaked canvas
With streaks of gold
And sorrowful blue

The crimson’s scorch
Madly in the distance
Simmering the cold spectacle
Into bold
Faultless majesty

Amidst the crash
Of brooding dark
He proudly wades
Untouched by peril

Yet the tides snarl on
And still he peers above
Loyal to the cosmos
And the faultless worlds
He tailors in silence